Chapter 812

Clams?

After listening to the woman's praise, the corner of the mouth of the small milk can twitched uncontrollably twice.

The woman angrily scolded, "my patience is limited. Hand you over quickly, or... I'll shoot you now!"

With that, she gently put her finger on the trigger, as if she would pull the trigger at any time.

At that time, the bullet will be shot from the wound and directly pierce the child's head!

If it's another child.

At this moment, I should have been scared to cry for my father and mother!

Who knows, the little milk can didn't have the slightest fear, but turned his mouth and muttered, "it's so boring..."

The next moment, he raised a little finger and flicked the gun on his head. Then he leaned leisurely against the back of the chair and looked at the woman opposite with the eyes of "you are an idiot". His delicate little face showed a helpless look.

Then, a long sigh came out from the delicate pink lips, "Ma Ma... How many times do you want to play such an idiot game..."

In an instant, the pupil of the woman vibrated twice.

She still kept the action of lifting and grabbing. After being so stiff for a long time, she finally made a regretful voice from her mouth, "ah... Oh... You've seen through."

The little milk can turned its eyes. "I've seen through it since the moment I got on the bus, okay?!"

"What?!" After hearing this, the woman was shocked, threw the gun of the mobile phone aside, pressed the shoulder of the small milk can and asked loudly, "did you just..."

Before he finished, he was interrupted by the small milk can in a disdainful tone.

"Look at your careful planning and pretending to be so hard, so I try my best to cooperate with you!"

"You little boy, bully me day by day!" The woman was so angry that she pulled off her mask.

In an instant, a beautiful face appeared.

With fair skin and delicate facial features, she is like a pretty girl of eighteen youth.

Who would have thought that she was the mother of a four-year-old girl.

Unfortunately, there is a vertical scar on her left face. It looks like it has been for some years, which destroys the beauty of the whole face. Fortunately, it can be covered with hair on weekdays.

The little milk can picked up the gun in the car and patted the dust on it. Duzui complained, "Ma Ma, this is the toy gun uncle Mu Cheng gave me. Can you not throw it around?"

Wen churan inserted her waist and asked angrily, "Stinky milk can, you explain clearly to me what I mean, I'm stupid, stupid and stupid. I eat four meals a day, three bowls a meal, don't wash my hair for five days and don't take a bath for ten days. Fat pigs have to recognize relatives when they see them, and sloppy beggars have to take a detour when they see them?! Huh? "

The little milk can let out a cold hum from its nose, "it was..."

"You..." Wen churan was so angry that he raised his hand and wanted to hit him.

He directly raised his head, blinked his big watery eyes at Wen churan, and complained angrily, "hum! What else can you women do except fight when you disagree! "

In an instant, Wen churan's hand was stiff in the air.

Dead

Looking at xiaonaiya's beautiful face and weiqubaba's look, she can't do that at all!

Sure enough, as long as you look good, you can dominate the world.

But this little evil came out of her stomach!

Wen churan took back her hand. Then, when the painting style turned, she saw her thin body leaning on the seat, biting her lips, moist eyes and weeping.